Secret Agent Stuff, poem(134/365)

Sometimes I walk the street
Like I am a secret agent
On my way to drop off
A highly top secret letter
Containing some crazy intel
About a place
That I would have to kill you
to tell you about
Even though I am actually just
Walking to the post office
To drop off my water and power bill
Nothing like a little excitement
To turn a neighborhood stroll
Into a movie of my choosing
I pass a stranger and smile
The smile feels like a secret
As she smiles back
It’s like she knows what I know
Maybe she imagining
Her self as an ally
or a double crossing spy
I slowly pick up the pace
Crossing the street
Who knows what danger waits
I put the letter in the mail box
And celebrate my mission accomplished
Till the next water and power bill


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